Answer:
Different lights do make me strange, thus into different sizes I will change
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
Brown I am and much admired; many horses have I tried; tire a horse and worry a man; tell me this riddle if you can.
I fly, yet I have no wings. I cry, yet I have no eyes. Darkness follows me. Lower light I never see.
I can be used to type and point you see. But don't forget, you can count on me. What am I?
What language does a billboard speak?