Answer:
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
An iron horse with a flaxen tail. The faster the horse runs, the shorter his tail becomes.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
A thousand colored folds stretch toward the sky. Atop a tender strand, rising from the land, until killed by maiden's hand. Perhaps a token of love, perhaps to say goodbye.
So cold, damp and dark this place. To stay you would refrain, yet those who occupy this place do never complain.
What is so fragile that saying its name breaks it?
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?