The Neural Pathway less taken

Somewhere, hidden among my superhighways of mind lie neuronal dirt roads, pitted and over-grown with grasses and brambles, perhaps at points trickling down to narrow foot trails, that i must wander alone in order to make my way to my destination. Abandoning all motorized or mammalian vehicular assistance, I roll down my pant legs and sleeves, take out my machete and start bushwhacking.  I’m following an inner urge, a whisp of intuition, based perhaps on memory but maybe just prayer, and leading to the place i know nothing about but am going anyway. Something tells me I know the way, but I can’t stop moving for long or the “I’m Doing it” path i just fought so valiantly  to clear, will quickly be covered by the invasive and fast growing grasses of the hapless “I can’t” family.