"Nothing comes of nothing. We are Nothing"

Nothing comes of nothing. We are nothing
Briefly in sun, in air, we postpone
The unbreathable darkness that weighs us down
And humble earth imposes,
Delayed corpses that breed.

Made laws, observed statues, finished odes-
All find their proper grave. If we, the flesh
To whom a friendly sun gives blood, come
To an end, why not they as well ?
We`re stories telling stories, nothing.

I do not understand, or do I...