Upon the midnight road, I tread.
It was dark and dreary.
Being the one lone soul who lead;
I was sad and weary.

Until a great abode appeared,
Running for help I knocked.
Twins opened the door, walked not feared
to me, with heads half-cocked

“Dear traveller, whom may you be?”
One of the twins inquired,
“A man, looking for sense, you see,”
“a meaning I do desire.”

“Very well”, said the other twin;
They showed me the manor.
Pouring a bottle of well-aged gin,
They spoke a strange manner.

“Do you know the harbinger’s name?”
One twin began to speak.
Not knowing the man they proclaim,
Or the name that they seek.

“I believe he can help you find”
“the meaning you so need.”
“Just ask questions and speak your mind.”
“But don’t give in to greed.”

Packing my things, I left away;
Refreshed, with new advice.
I stuck to roads and did not stray,
Through the thunder and ice.

It was like this for 20 years,
Until I cannot move.
Through the grey, wet, and cold frontiers,
Yet no meaning to prove.

As I lay on my very death,
The harbinger appeared.
He spoke while I breathed my last breath,
“You’ve blown your time” he sneered

My very last thoughts ran and ran,
I fell into despair.
No meaning is told from just one man,
Life is just fair and square