How To Get A Thousand Poet's To Think?

 
 
Does anyone know why in life
we do not get to choose our families
but we do get to choose those from outside whom we love? 
 
is it because whilst alive
we have a privilege in choosing the ones we truly enjoy and love?
and if we are really lucky we get to have both?
 
and in the afterlife we simply go back to those we were born too
for better or for worse? 
 
I wouldn't be a poet if I didn't put it out there would I? 
 
I'm just turning my thoughts into reflections
in the minds of other poet's 
because
the poet's mind is a slave after all?
 
and Einstein isn't here to answer my questions
I suspect, if he was…
he would have had some seriously interesting answers of his own.