Break Time?

Everyone slogs, from night to day,

Gets worn and torn, keeping death at bay.  

I can stretch to the limit, and suffer a breakdown, 

Or go on a maintenance break- and return the talk of the town.

Everyone strives, from earth to the moon, 

Gets drained and sapped, losing drive too soon, 

I can outrun the treadmill, finally run out of fuel, 

Or go on a rejuvenation break- and return a sturdier mule. 

Everyone runs, from pillar to the post,

Gets heated and dissipated, barely avoids getting roast.  

I can cycle through loops, till you forcefully interrupt, 

Or go on a hibernation break, and return stronger, though abrupt. 

Everyone weathers, from roots to the shoot,

But if you are grounded and down to earth, you don't fear the occasional reboot.