Everything, and Nothing

Everything and nothing; that's the way I feel. In my gut, it's everything, heavy and hard, full of importance.  In my life it's northing, nearly nothing.  My head and my heart agree with my gut.  Probably this makes little sense, and sounds silly, but I'm not putting it out here to expression of logic.  I'm just putting it out here to get it out of my gut.  I think everyone knows what it's like to live in a life of change that never seems to be any different, or to move on.  What it's like to be stuck, in time and in space, in animated slo mo.  We trust that the future hold new and better versions our tired and worn experience.  I'm not writing anything here, I know that, but keys have to be played if you wanna create music.  

My fifty words of he day (actually, who's counting)?