Answer:
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
At night I come without being fetched. By day I am lost without being stolen.
To cross the water I'm the way, for water I'm above. I touch it not and, truth to say, I neither swim nor move.
I am a good state, there can be no doubt of itΝΎ But those who are in, entirely are out of it.
Alive without breath, As cold as death, Clad in mail never clinking, Never thirsty, ever drinking
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?