Kindred Spirits

"A True Kindred Spirit." He called me once. He saw something in me that gave me drive; Fire burning I never felt inside. In red pen he spelled out in these block fonts A mantra that I hold dear to this day. He wrote me; "Use petrol if necessary." And "Don't let them take your fire away." Oh, kindred we were, in sense and in taste; A penchant for Guinness and for Whiskey, Shooting stars across a wild sea of dreams. And though we both had similar vision; A passion to change the world around us; Only he has the voice, the muse, to try; Words as powerful few and far between He gives a generation a new voice. If I had only one friend in my life, I didn't deserve to have it at all.