It seems to be the case, little lizard, that you may be a bit stuck on either the noema of the twig or the noesis of the twig or the actual twig itself. If you can unfree yourself, there is some sunny grass a slide away that may be ideal for some internal philosophising. It may benefit you to be a bit more careful passing through unfamiliar routes, though, as bravado can often lead to undesired fate brushes, especially for a creature which may be considered prey when it is not a predator kind of day. Now, if Godzilla were to grant you handgrith, you could frolic freely amongst earthly wonders without fear, but there would still be no promises of you remaining unstuck. Oh, I see. So, you are in this predicament because you were rushing to your birthday party in a state of absentminded excitement? Well, let me press the twig down so that you can be on your way, but before you go, here is a quick genethliac from me to you.
Stars flicker and so does your tongue.
Time does not pass from old to young.
Tell tales of tails lost and reborn.
Perfect you: they cannot adorn.
Patterns grace you and the heavens.
Cheers to you and sweetest swevens. ; )