The Croc

Carved in rock lies the croc with sun burning its scale though ticked for long the cruel clock came no freedom from the well! Life is boring days are dull dragging is every moment locked within an unscalable wall eyes seek faraway firmament! Where's the river its mind cries swarms of the river fish the river only flows in its sleepy eyes for a home that's now dead wish! Lying in the well dreams on the croc for a river it cannot ever roam times fly away with the ticking clock to get it in the sky a home!