Answer:
What flies forever, Rests never?
I wear a red robe, with staff in hand, and a stone in my throat.
They have not flesh, nor feathers, nor scales, nor bone. Yet they have fingers and thumbs of their own.
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.
Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.