Answer:
I cannot be felt, seen or touched; Yet I can be found in everybody; My existence is always in debate; Yet there is a style of music named after me.
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past; For a child I last forever, for adults I'm gone too fast.
Doing something of this nature is likely to land you in court
Environmentalists want to keep this from drying.
What Can Fly Without Wings
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.