Task

Traveller's tales,
Lost on highways
They've never seen.
No wind at their back,
Deserted.

They must tell
Their tales of misspent
Currency and non-adventure
adventures,
To me.

I am the someone
they tell their woeish
tarradiddles on,
to convince the night,
That sleep is next.

Breaking boundaries,
Presenting ends of quests
To diligent seekers requests
I show the map and
Expose territory.

I sit it seems
Always at the end
Of beginnings or
The middle of ends
A signpost.