The Barrel of Lies

On the outskirts of the city,
Lies a barrel full of lies.
On the outskirts of the city,
Did I find this awkward prize.

In the dimming light of dusk,
Stood I watching it in awe.
In the darkness of the night,
Dared I gaze inside the wood.

In the early light of dawn,
Emptied its contents I did.
In the hectic life of day,
Felt I like the barrel's pawn.