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I appear in the morning. But am always there. You can never see me. Though I am everywhere. By night I am gone, though I sometimes never was. Nothing can defeat me. But I am easily gone.
Look into my face and I'm everybody. Scratch my back and I'm nobody.
Sometimes I am loud. And viewed with distaste. Poke out my 'eye', then I'm on the front of your face.
You can spin, wheel and twist. But this thing can turn without moving.
I drift forever with the current down these long canals theyβve made, Tame, yet wild, I run elusive Multitasking to your aid. Before I came, the world was darker, colder, sometimes, rougher, true. But though I might make living easy, Iβm good at killing people too.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?