Answer:
I go around in circles, but always straight ahead. Never complain, no matter where I am led.
What holds names and memories which are not its own?
Without a bridle, or a saddle, across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride, by help of me, though almost blind, are made to see.
Sharp and long, flag of the world. What is it?
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.