Answer:
I don't think or eat or slumber. Or move around or fear thunder. Just like you I look the same but I can't harm you or be your bane.
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
I cost no money to use, or conscious effort to take part of. And as far as you can see, there is nothing to me. But without me, you are dead.
What stays the same size no matter how much they weight?
Long legs, crooked thighs, little head, and no eyes.
People take me on walks and I run and have fun. What am I?