I turned Linkin Park's "In The End" into a Shakespearean sonnet. Here goes. It all begins with one unfort'nate mess- My effort matters not. I pen this page To briefly tell of Time's elusive strangeness. I watch the clock tick all my time away. This dreamlike life has numbed my senses so- This Time eludes me. I was not aware. I waste away my Time to watch you go. I hold it all inside me- my despair. And though I tried to stop the cruel clock's tick, Time still would fly away- But one day I Will forget this Time's cruel, horrid trick. This Time will only be a Time gone by. A Time when effort pushed me where I am. Alas! My effort ne'er was worth a gram.
is this stupid please tell me