Answer:
You do not want me when you don’t have me, but when you have me you don’t want to lose me.
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 like to twirl my body but keep my head up high. After I go in everything becomes tight
You have to travel far before you turn it over. What is it?
I cannot be bought cannot be sold even if I’m sometimes made of gold.
What is always coming but never arrives?