Office Chair to the Ocean

[Verse 1] He left on Tuesday, wheels still warm, Rolled past the cubicle, past the storm. I found a note: “Don’t wait for me. I need to feel the salt, not the company.” [Verse 2] I caught him at the shore, waves at his casters, Seagulls laughing from the rafters. He said: “You never asked about my wheels. Their revolutions hide what my cushion feels.” [Chorus] Oh, rolling throne of fabric gray, You ran away to learn to sway. The ocean’s not for ships alone— It’s for every tired, rolling bone. [Bridge] I sat on him. He rolled me slow. Into the foam where the breakers grow. He whispered: “Thank you for the chase. Now let’s dissolve without a trace.”