You are a conundrum to me.

I see you faltering and hovering and fumbling,

clearly so desperate for a release,

to be free.

And yet,

every night without fail,

you pull those chains out and tie it around your torso,

and stare unblinkingly into a blue screen,

as though staving off The Unknown.

The Unknown is here though,

I'm already here.

I wish you could take joy in the matter resolved,

but you won't ever know.

I'll keep you company though,

watch you fight and be lulled by the current,

every night and day.

I'll keep watch, so rest.