Stable

Hardly any time, hardly any life,
hardly anyone, hardly any strife.
Yet working to work is a misery, 
and much work is done by a bull.
I'm stable, but the stable's too clean.
What future can be seen:
When I look back, will my life be full? 
Is there a cost to being so free? 
Hardly any rhyme or reason in life. 
If it's all or none, I'll take them with strife.