trapped in own thinking

On the upper branch of a tree
A creature was sitting and was free
Watching a man trying but still sinking

The creature was a gentle toad
So he jumped to the road
Cause he had a habit of helping

Began swimming to that lost guy
With a floater because he can't fly
And reached to the man who was screaming

By the face, he was seemed like cool
But literally he was really a fool
Still, he had no brain and was shrinking

When the toad came close, he found the man was just drinking
"Oh gosh", the toad was trapped in his own thinking

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