Silent Reverie

Drifting in and out
Of my silent reverie.
Everything is different,
Nothing is as it seems.
It’s always too jumbled,
Like a rubrics cube
That will never be solved.
Try as you might,
You’ll become too involved,
Caught up in finding answers
That can never be found.
You can look and see colors,
But never hear a sound.
But it’s ok though if you have
A silent reverie
To take you away from every
Problem and fear you have.

I'm not quite sure which catagory this poem should go under. If you have any better ideas, please tell me.