Forgotten Path

I have gone venturing into the woods,
I love adventures so simple and good.
This time my walking is seeming disturbed,
I hear some talking and scheming from birds.

I look behind me and what do I see?
Something quite shiny, a little red key.
I take the key and I peek all around,
I start to see prints from feet on the ground.

Where will it lead me to, where does it go?
Carry the key on through where the prints show.
Soon they do stop at a little blue door,
Who'd assume opposites settle the score?

I take the key and I put it inside,
I strain to see what's on the other side.
Now the door opens, I stand in to see,
Just as I'd hoped it's the land of my dreams.

Rivers run wild, there's trees very high,
Life's not compiled, it's free, scary right?
Now I stand laughing and coughing, I'm free,
You won't be casting your thoughts onto me.

I'm in this new world now running along,
You sing the blues aloud, shunning the wrong.
I'm running off, in my mind it's so sound,
And not even God can find me now.