Stagnant Statues

The feeling of our virtues or vice

We always get biten by these mice

 

No one to bow to, no one to thank

Not a one to love neither to bank

 

Life of ours is pretty lonely

On the look out to be the only

 

Stream of colorful paths all around

Yet we do not move not knowing where to  we are bound

 

We do not lean on, we do not cry

Emotion is not something we abide

 

For we are the statues on an aisle

Watching the world get married every while

 

We have been called many but are known as writers

Most of the time we see u, but half the time its just us