I bring the colours, I am in your step. I arch, bend and stretch, Yet I hold my shape.

I fold in half to fit just right, and rest within your pocket tight. I hold your cash and cards with care, a daily thing you always bear.

I have eye but cannot see I have ear but cannot hear I have brain but cannot think I have wisdom, hope and fear I have pain but bleed no blood I have dream but do not sleep I have nothing, I have all I have cat and dog and sheep I have leg but must be carried I have what you have in mind I have meaning, I have nonsense I have all your world defined

I have hands but I cannot clap. I have a face but I cannot smile. I run but I never get tired or go anywhere. You look at me many times during the day to know when to do things. I can be found on walls and wrists. What am I?

I connect you to the world but I have no voice of my own. I live in your pocket and light up with information. I remember everything you tell me and everyone you know. I can show you places you have never been and let you talk to people far away. Without electricity I am useless. What am I?