The Chair

Thoughts passing across air.
A face doesn't disprove a ghost.
He sits upon the Chair,
With a house of data to host.

A wizard in still meditation,
Remains secluded in his lair.
Travelling further than all,
While never leaving his Chair.

Through a portal of light,
Gazing at clouds of blue.
He decides not to stand anymore.
The Chair now sits on you.