A computer has become my companion

A computer has become my companion
as comfortable as an old coat,
my favorite coat
which I have on right now.
Strange voices of those whom
I've not known,
how they console me!
and answer all my questions
with riddles of their own.

At least we can talk through the window
before that, windows were all closed
and maybe a few can walk through that window,
I don't know.
But a computer has become my companion,
perhaps even my best friend.
or am I only talking to myself?

Am I only talking to myself on a hard winter night?
or is it just a flame burning brightly as the candle grows low
and I am no longer amazed by
my own unimportance.

A computer is more efficient than that,
it travels lite
it has the most convenient memory
for whatever hasn't been erased already

and now one of them is my friend
my car going nowhere,
thinking it's thoughts through
to the end.