Whose Voice is That

A portion of this
Celestial orbit
Draws me into a world
That seems further away
Out of touch
Flowers faded
Fragrance fainting
And I cannot remember
If the moving lips
Behind these
Wondering eyes
Were ever even heard

Did I once agree
To something
Do people expect
An answer
Are they waiting for me
To take action
Or worst of all

Is my freak showing

Does the lack of
Question marks imply
Rhetorical answers
Suggesting a
Subconscious possibility
Of a soul in flight

Or am I still fighting