Two Souls

I lay thinking
In my bed
A thought occured
Man must have two souls
One for others
His peers, friends, relatives
To suck it dry
To make sure
Even if he is alive
It’s dead, the soul

And the other one
Just for himself
Which fuels his passions
Which boils up when angered
Which lightens up, when loved
Which smiles, when he does
Which mirrors, his emotions

And the two souls
Must never meet
‘The Two Souls’
Must remain distant