figure of speech

i was running this road, winding and curving.
initially, there was no notion of stop running,
dark sky, leg pain, laziness, etc.
as i ran, it got tough, tiredness was trying to stop me,
but the more i ran, it felt great to see things around
sometimes i overtake people
sometimes people over take me.
sometimes, i see people walking
people on the side playing soccer
engaging in their own activities
i see myself jogging along a little path, knowing it will end some way
yet it doesnt stop me from jogging
sometimes i jog
sometimes i could be faster
sometimes i see a pretty girl to make me wanna run faster
but the more i ran, the more tired i know i was becoming, and that i was heading home.
and yet i know, the next day, i would be running again
with the inertia to start running, looking ahead at the journey before it starts.
but at least i knew i was running and not hiding from oblivion facades.

so many machines within, but the paradoxes limits.
have the capability to hold them back and then talk about to reclaim back more of what was lost.
to utilise them for my own will. having mastery over them would be the aim.