Looking through some older poetry as I choose songs for recording this summer, I am seeing where I was:

Stroll on Egg Shells
By J. Diels
c. 2004

Strolling on egg shells
Knowing any moment it can all go to hell
So we dance any way to skirt the issue
Push an envelope thin as tissue
Guessing at every word, every step
Lest it be the one
That proves the bullet in this loaded gun

My neck is tense, shoulders shrugged
Hyper sensitive
Boiling blood

The image of perfection
Is just an illusion
My best intentions
Cause the biggest explosion

We just can’t win
When disfunctionality is so entrenched
disfunctionality is so entrenched