Answer:
The King of Pop's stellar dance move
Round and round I go never stopping in a continuous flow. I hang out with numbers each and every day and nothing ever gets on my way. What am I?
Its days are numbered.
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.
In your fire you hear me scream! Creaking and whining yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
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.