Answer:
What dress does everyone have, but no one wears?
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
When I'm born I fly. When I'm alive I lay. When I'm dead I run.
When it is alive we sing, when it is dead we clap our hands. What is it?
What is always coming but never arrives?