Pretenders Poem by Don Prem Legaspi

Thoughts are formless within one's mind
Thus Lent to it's wildness
So it requires utter vacuity to shape
A question

Words can only convey so much meaning 
Thus lent to their multitude 
So we require thousands of words
To answer

As we struggle to make sense of it all
With made up words, and shapeless thoughts
We pretenders
Believing to grasp the incomprehensible
And then we sleep
Enveloped in darkness' blissful caress
Soothing us from womb to grave