Are There Any Real Sundays?

Being able to use words to express what's going on inside yourself is a true gift. Even better though is the gift of expressing yourself in such words that others, when exposed to them, can say, "Yes, by god! That's precisely what I'm feeling." And so with that I offer the following from Billy Corgan, of the dazzling Smashing Pumpkins:

ZEITGEIST
flung wide
the salutations
the deep curse
and the shutter's close
a spring house
in the making
on good earth
of my many'd souls in my soul
and fears i don't know
i hear there's a march we should go
lost on this road
are there any real sundays to find?
unbound
on the rising
the pell mell
of the miser kings
as you saw what i'm seeing
oh you'd thaw from the fires
there's pace in your gait
and wake in your straights
i ache from the center out
lost on this road are there any real sundays to find?
lost on this road are there any real sundays to find?
lost on this road are there any real souls?
don't hear what i hear don't see what i see
don't leave what i must leave behind
lost on this road are there any real sundays to find?
this stop
i am hunger
the deep well
of a stranger held
and this heart a lonely hunter now
i'm lost on this road
are there any real sundays to find?
i'm lost on this road
are there any real souls?
are there any real souls to find?
are there any real souls to find?