Answer:
My sides are firmly laced about, Yet nothing is withinΝΎ You'll think my head is strange indeed, Being nothing else but skin.
What can be filled with empty hands?
A house with two occupants, sometimes one, rarely three. Break the walls, eat the boarders, then throw away me.
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
Tool of thief, toy of queen. Always used to be unseen. Sign of joy, sign of sorrow. Giving all likeness borrowed.
What is always coming but never arrives?