Why would I title anything?
When the piece speaks for itself?
For I have lost my ideas,
The swirling mass of randomness has deserted,
Suddenly by watching this screen,
I could be joyful celebrating the two new followers,
Or remenbering when the first poet began to follow,
But that has no importance when I am lost,
I have written a sonnet,
Whether good or bad, I cannot tell,
Whether it will be questioned as mine,
Is probably in the future,
But I care no more,
Believe or not,
You have your reasons,
I have mine and I can.
So. I. Will.