Disoriented World

Snow fell from the
Mild Autumn Winter
The Sun shone
On a dark rainy day

How can it be mist?
Wherein clouds and seas don’t exist?
Is it possible to revive,
The fallen world that turns to dust?

Can it be called the real world?
Wherein illusions and decoys exist?
Can I achieve perfection?
When a reflection hampers my progress

Is the world we know
Now is a disoriented world?
Wherein dimensions collide together?
Is there a hope for a survivor?