Associative

My memories bind themselves to many odd things

To feel, to smell, to sound

I cannot escape what association brings

From all of these aspects around

I remember warm days in a far-foreign land

Due to Simple Plan songs from the past

I recall that far joy the piano would employ

Memorized songs played frequently fast

The old thought resurges from deep in my mind

All books are the doors to far distant lands

This old feeling reemerges, and I can now find

The energy to craft things with my own hands

So then, Nick-from-the-past, welcome back once again

Let me tell you what’s new since your previous end

Let us tally efforts and energy to further expend

And allow tradition to onward extend