I hang on the wall and never complain, I’m stuck in a frame, but I don’t feel pain. People stare at my colors and scenes every day What am I, that you paint, then display?

Often traveled by folks, going to and fro. I'm what you might say is the ideal way to go. You can stray from me if you're in a rush, but you're more than likely to get caught in the brush.

I usually have a beginning, a middle, and an end. The hardest part, is often writing the first sentence.

I talk but have no mouth, I listen but have no ears. You speak first, I speak second. What am I?

I shimmer, I stutter, I struggle to stay, I brighten the dark, then fade away.