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.
I stay where I am when I go off. What am I?
I can be repeated but rarely in the same way. I can't be changed but can be rewritten. I can be passed down, but should not be forgotten. What am I?
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led. What am I?
I sleep when you are awake, I am awake when you fall asleep. I can fly but no feathers to aid my flight. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?