Phillip

He doesn’t breathe, 

But I breathe life into him.

He doesn’t see,

But he understands, he’s not dim. 

He doesn’t hear,

But he knows secrets that he won’t give,

He’s dead,

But he will live.

He always agrees,

But he’s a living paradox.

I don’t know where he came from,

How he came to be in a box.

How old he is, 

Why he came,

But I don’t care,

He’s still the same.

Always,

He will never annoy,

Because he understands,

He’s no ordinary toy.