On the Way

Okay, so this is an original sonnet (with a few other literary and cinematic references) in traditional Shakesperean form. I don't really know if it is perfectly Iambic but hopefully its close and not completely trochaic.
Also, there is a bit of slant rime in there-that is on purpose.
I'm sure you'll pick it apart in class. Enjoy..or not...whatever.


Dance in metal Xanadu: Belmont Doll
The Walls move closer as you pirouette
Leg, dream, notion, track: elevated; tall.
This small step takes time: you begin to sweat
Fluid fast air makes way for men with a dream
Pushed by air, your velocity rises
Nothing will work, try again: go with steam.
Death and Deceit: what this tale comprises.
Progress is not what weighs more on the scale
Money oils this dark machine: Beware
Your false friend may push you to the third rail.
Good, extraordinary men are rare.
Calculated aspiration drives this car
Rich history covers you in El tar.

-Dan Schulman