A tree has fallen, blocking the road that runs from the top of my head to the tips of my fingers. I have smacked my shins running up against its massage trunk numerous times in the past few weeks. Echoing snatches of melody I try to walk through this path fall and shatter into pieces when I trip over its branches. Running excitedly down the path to share with friends musings I have finally caged, I repeatedly forget about the tree and stumble in its roots, dropping and breaking my cages and watching as my ponderings run free. There is no way around this tree and the tools to cut through this tree I left on the other side. Must I wait for it to rot before I can finally get by?