Answer:
They're big and yet so far away, We see them at the end of day. They're small and they're above. We see them when we close our eyes, Each time we are in love.
It flows out of the soil, It burns you if it boils, And holds us in its coils, More valuable than gold, As black as it is old.
It is a common and favored clothing material among biker gangs and superheroes.
A disposable item to keep your waste organized.
Turns us on our backs, and open up our stomachs. You will be the wisest of men though at start a lummox.
What is always coming but never arrives?