My Kooshy Chair

My Kooshy Chair

Deep in my kooshy chair
it is dark and only the soft glow
of my eyes can be seen.

Deep in my kooshy chair
I feel safe from the chaos of life
the eye of the storm that follows me
wherever I go.

Deep in my kooshy chair
there is always a happy ending
and I never have to raise my voice
to make the world listen.

Deep in my kooshy chair
the air is becoming dense and cloudy
and I am slowly suffocating.