What Kind of Rabbit Hole Is This

I flow in corners of my not so expensive mind Coming apart at the seams ragged edges laughing at my consternation My muse stuffs me into an envelope It is not scented, strangely enough I wish it was lavender or cinnamon for I am in my full flat out Mad Hatter mood Soiled ideas with peanut butter eyes A truth that will be gone in a few minutes I pick up a darning needle and try to sew things back As I sew the hole gets bigger and bigger Of course it would be opposite day What kind of a rabbit hole did I fall into anyway?