Speak of a place far away

 
I thought I heard those
Voices in my head again
But it was just the soft
Creaking of my own chair

Sometimes that happens
When the quiet starts to
Saturate my faded thoughts
And my mind drifts too far away

I wonder about those voices
About who they might belong to
Are they mine or do they
Belong to some other poor soul

I can never quite understand
Those faint, insistent whispers
But they are still words and
Their meanings are lost to me