Answer:
It is a part of us, and then replaced. It escapes out bodies, to a better place. The world becomes its sizeable home. Its passions unrestraint, the planet it roams.
When I'm born I fly. When I'm alive I lay. When I'm dead I run.
We are all around, yet to us you are half blind. Sunlight makes us invisible, and difficult to find
What gets closer when you blink?
What is full of holes but still holds water
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?