Answer:
I'm sometimes white and always wrong. I can break a heart and hurt the strong. I can build love and tear it down. I can make a smile, but more often bring a frown. What am I?
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past, for a child, I last forever, for adults, I'm gone too fast.
Lovely and round, I shine with pale light, Grown in the darkness, a ladyβs delight.
I am used for light yet I am solid. Without me you would feel enclosed. I hate being touched especially with a lot of force. I like to be in buildings.
I love to twist and dance. Though wingless I fly high up into the sky.
What is always coming but never arrives?