Answer:
There is someone, and there is always another, for without the other, there wouldn't be one
What has four wings but cannot fly and uses the wind but does not know why?
Dies half its life. Lives the rest. Dances without music. Breathes without breath.
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
By Moon or by Sun, I shall be found. Yet I am undone, if there's no light around
What goes up the hill and down the hill, And spite of all, yet stand still?