Chasing after the sun

So it's taken a lot of time, prayer and meditation, walks, runs and train rides, but here's my new song. Expression is soooo hard when you want to use the right words while being theologically correct, literarily aesthetic, metrically functional and sonorous... But I'm pleased with it, like a baby that took several months to come out. And one day it'll be recorded.
In the meantime, here are the lyrics. You may try to find the several themes interwoven, I'd love your comments.

Chasing after the Sun

Initial concept sometime around 2007
writing from mid 2010 to February 2011

I stare into a counterfeit light from early in the morning ‘til late at night
False love, false relationships, false self-sufficiency.
And I get the nagging feeling, stirring from my passive screening
That it’s killing my emotions and my creativity.

Then I step outside, it burns my eyes but heals
In the true light I encounter what’s real…

Well, would you give me a break!?

Because you’re making me feel like a teenager again, something I hate,
With every glance you throw at me, the ground beneath me shakes

An arrow streaks across the sky

And you pierce me with your eyes
You shut me up, I’m so afraid,
Can I back up what I’d want to say?
Taking the lead in a dance for two,
And learning to lay my life down for you...

Well I thought my insecurities would end along with puberty
But years later they come on stronger all the more…
I catch a whiff of evening jasmine on my run, but I keep on chasing after the sun
Its final rays reach to my shore, pierce through my core, leave me wanting more…

Various brushstrokes of grey paint my 6a.m. sky
Smoke blurring all the lines as winds make battleships collide
Was I not better off, in a world that’s spurious
Sheltered and safe from an inconsistent reality?

Because it’s making me feel, so impotent again
Face to what I can’t ignore
A world that’s dead and motionless which I won’t even mourn...

But something streaks across the sky…

And the city comes to life
Eyelids cracking open on the buildings of granite,
The trees yawning and stretching their arms as they wake,
And morning whispers sliding down the mountains, onto the lake.

It’s lit a spark within my heart, the thought of which just satiates
And colours in the grey and dark as the distant fire coruscates…

I can see it happen almost like a pattern
But even in the know I'm overcome
Though it may be dominated by strata
You show me to whom this firmament belongs
When the clouds scatter…

But my puzzle’s still undone,
Guess I’ll keep on chasing after the sun,
Over the hill and down the moor…