concerning time clocks.

[jonatron5]

From this hill I can see
Boundless fields stretching till eternity
Surround me does this sea
Full of naught but opportunity
Motionless I yield my plea

Tis but a whisper yet its sound
Is heard for many miles around
I look upon this my tormentor, round
Why does time whose idle hands doth seem bound.
Confront me so, upon this holy ground.

Im still working on the rest its about work taking too long to let me go home


Also im lookin to do a romantic poem. Any advice on meter or ryhming?