Answer:
What is always coming but never arrives?
The 8 of us go forth and not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What am I?
A thousand wheels, but move I do not. Call me what I am, call me a lot. What am I?
I have palms but not on hands I offer foods from distant lands When at my peak you'll see me smoke I'm famous for my friendly folk My flowers grow and yet they lay There's fire where a man will play.
I run smoother than any rhyme I love to fall but cannot climb.
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?