I’m a frozen moment in plain sight, within a frame that holds it tight.

You can fiddle it, it's not a device. Bent or straight, it depends how you hold it. Don't fiddle in public, it's impolite. As you grow you stop sucking on it.

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