This chair makes you lose your inhibitions and strips your restraint, making you reveals parts of you, you keep hidden from society. It calls for you and you cannot resist. Seeking it beyond your home when the urge is irresistible. Everyone must bend before it

Some are superior Some are eerie Some are artificial But those are dreary

A daily tale of ink and sheet, Spreading info with every beat. Folded pages, stories to share, In morning light, it's always there.

I can seal a door without a key. I can leave the sky in a jagged flash. I can cross a room faster than your doubt can catch me. I can hold two pieces together so tightly they behave as one. What am I?

I am black, blue, or a rainbow of hues, but can be invisible without the proper clues. I have no voice, but I tell great tales, mightier than the sharpest of swords in battles.