Answer:
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?
It regulates our daily movements, but it feels no interest in our lives. It directs us when to come and go, but does not care if we pay attention. What is it?
A leathery snake, with a stinging bite. I'll stay coiled up, unless I must fight.
What can answer in any language? What can speak without a mouth? What can sing without an ear?
What is always coming but never arrives?