a freestyle sonnet about hearing an inner monologue in Ronnie Van Zandt's singing voice

Chasing beguiled dreams of pyramid schemes of gold, 
Lynyrd Skynyrd Freebird guitar solos played slow, 
chopped and screwed interlude before Simple Man told 
of the dangers of material lust... man's woe 

manufactured by industrial fallacies. 
I'm no machine, created imperfectly by 
magical universe from distant galaxies' 
stardust, all our ancestral guides buried in sky 

raining down with metaphysical guiding hands. 
Ain't no sense in dividing lands or divining 
scientific dominion to deduce demands 
from our own deluded minds. We been designing 

our own heaven and hell with inner-demon guides, 
ignoring ebb and flow lessons of lunar tides.