Three Lights

Tile’s on the walls,

Tiles on the ceiling,

I’m trapped inside this room,

Lost without a feeling

I look into the dark,

And black is all I see,

But when I close my eyes,

I see what’s next to me

A shine of just pure white,

It shows a golden ray

But try’s to cover up,

The light now turns to gray,

I say “no don’t, please stop!”

But it just turns away

Another light appears,

It stumbles from the dark,

An even brighter light,

It gives a strange remark

“Too late” it says

“That light is dim,

It doesn’t have a chance”

I shield my eyes and yell at him

“Just wait give it a glance!

You must be blind if you can’t help

A light from white to gray”

“just look again” it says to me,

I look and turn away

The light is now not gray but black,

“Just stop and help!” I yell,

To the light next to me

“I can not help!” it roars now loud

“For am blind you see,

I only look on what is pure,

Cuz’ I don’t set thing’s free

I look in shock and run away,

I find the light put on display,

Its light turned now black from gray

“why don’t you change?” I implore

It looks at me and say one thing

“why would I change?

I feel not wore,

My soul is lost forevermore”

With that it goes,

It walks away

And as I ponder and convey

I have seen the black so dark

And I have seen the white so high,

But then I wonder and I think….

For what color am I?