Answer:
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. What am I?
What can fill a room but takes up no space?
The more it dries, the wetter it becomes. What is it?
I am the same written forward backward and upside down.
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail
Whoever made me don't want me. Whoever bought me don't need me. Whoever use me don't know me.