In the Alley

I hear that sound,
and I look around,
I have spent such days,
in the woods, in the alley,
when nobody would wander around,
and the place would be at peace and calm.
I close my eyes,
I smell crisis,
I see freedom,
long lost in those woods,
down the alley.
With my want to live it,
I stretch my hand,
only to find that
I am now a free soul,
that I can wander around,
and look around,
and do what I want to.
But, lifeless I lay,
on that bed, in the alley.