Answer:
I cannot be felt, seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
Whilst I was engaged in sitting. I spied the dead carrying the living
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
You are having a bad day if 12 peers deem you to be this
When you stop and look, you can always see me. If you try to touch, you cannot feel me. I cannot move, but as you near me, I will move away from you.
What is always coming but never arrives?