Thoughts on Writing

So I've been told that the poem I wrote for yesterday's post didn't make sense. On the contrary, it makes perfect sense to me. I could explain it, but... no. I thought of changing it, giving it some punctuation, etc., etc., but... no. It makes sense to me. And although I think it's a pretty fair argument that the purpose of words and language in general is to communicate with others, I feel fine about doing the hokey pokey every now and then just for the sake of turning myself about even if nobody else understands what's going on.