Just Thinking

Sometimes I stare down at icy water, and feel the cold
I do it so often I don't think I know, numb, anymore
I watch the flow, and combine my being with movement
And anticipate the rush of death, I'm in the moment
My pulse racing toward the idea of it
It's strange to consider
That I actually consider, these bizarre illusions
The consciousness is not literally
Connected to brain activity
I feel the cold in my mind
As I slow into nothingness and begin to dream
Of nothing at all
When suddenly, you touch me from behind
And I find myself, on the railing of a bridge
Just thinking............