I've got my words

I've got my words of the past looking at me.
The actions of people back then made me laugh.
I could say things of death and look back with a smile.
The times have changed for worse and murder.
The broken backs of men lay still.
On desert sands not traveled by me.
But I drive on with gas of blood,
oblivious in a drunken state
But my mittens are warm inside.
My mind is whole and so I sigh.
I've got my words of the past looking at me.
A true life lived with thought and goals.
With drive, I strived for better things.
I still see grace in everything.
But all I see is myself in everything.
I am one with the big universe
I am fun when with 2 bottles of wine
I am without anything that breaks apart my smile.
I frown at all you hunters both of animal and man.
I hug all of you friendly folks that let them just pass by.
But I've got my words of the past looking at me.
The grief of death has run its course enough for a lifetime.
The way life flies by, I question why I try.
But always settle on try cause not trying is how you die
My plastic mind will stay that way as it drifts into an older age.
My running game won't settle down.
My bicycle won't ever slow down
My life will stay forever bound to everything and anything
that found its way on this small planet tucked in the middle of a massive battle
between our black hole galactic nucleus and everything sucked towards it.
But as it sucks it gives us life with formation of our solar system
and all you see is this big blue ball or your great big house or your fancy car or your loved one's tears or your child's fears or your own abused hands as you take your shirt off at night.