Answer:
Whoever makes it tells it not. Whoever takes it knows it not. Whoever knows it wants it not
I can be swallowed, but I can also swallow you. What am I?
Every dawn begins with me. At dusk I'll be the first you see and daybreak couldn't come without. What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me I'm told. And when I come I end all code but in the sun I won't be found. Yet still each day I'll be around.
Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when Iām gone.
I can be heard in a court or carried with you.
What is always coming but never arrives?