Answer:
Never ahead, ever behind, yet flying swiftly past; For a child I last forever, for adults I'm gone too fast.
A job that involves sitting in a highchair, wearing a black gown and smacking things with a mallet
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.
Tomorrow's yesterday. Yesterday's tomorrow. What is it?
One might hang a locket from this
How do you know if a sniper likes you?
Easy
Animal
Difficult
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?