In the days of my youth when I was supposed to be sleeping,
with headphones over my ears, I listened to the radio.

Turning the dial ever so slowly, listening so carefully
long before loud music took part of my hearing,

The light from the dial turning my skin a pale green,
finding worlds unknown to my imagination; China, Germany.

The signal was best at night. The signal was the prize.
I was the hunter, stealthily seeking the elusive prey.

A world of my own making I shared with no one.
A world I was happily lost in, a globe trekker.