thought

billion people,
trillion lives,
yet a number i count not.
the single one
i myself am.
i must have missed the spot.

in flesh n bones,
with hair n skin,
some blood flows and some clot.
37.6
98.4
some parts are cold, some hot.

i smiled and cried,
got wet and dried,
and through all that i thought,
why do i live?
where should i go?
whats meant to be the plot?