Answer:
Something wholly unreal, yet seems real to I. Think my friend, tell me where does it lie?
What stays on the ground but never gets dirty?
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land.
What has a bottom right at the top?
Above all things have I been placed Thus have I, a man disgraced. I describe sunlight or lock But after all, I'm just a rock
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail