Who Am I…?

Who am I, to be deceived,
By the beauty that is the trees?
Who am I to tempt you,
To partake in the evil that men do?

Who am I to say,
You should always obey?
I don’t always follow
Those lies I make you swallow.

Who am I, when I realize,
I fill your life with lies?
Who am I, once caught,
To hope my freedom’s bought?

Who am I, without bail?
A number, in this dank jail.
Who am I when you look at me?
I am your future. Can’t you see?

~George D