Oh NO! Snap! And Life is gone.

Today I've sent an alarming invitation
to my yucky past of scholarly doom;
when boredom struggled in patience;
I have sent it; but to whom?
 
It was to my frizzy hair.
It was the issue, most of all.
Excellence does often bear
the crown of lack of hairstyle.
 
I did waste my teenage years.
For I guiltily just always studied.
Salt smells of vacations but my tears
tasted like the very same ingredient, but bullied.
 
Now, university has different airs.
Freedom unlocked, like there's no tomorrow.
Then... it also unlocked different hair.
Who'd thought styling it would cease my sorrow.
 
However, lets skip the drugs and the cults.
I wasted the only years worth the studies.
Previously acquired algorithm doesn't hurt,
with my accumulated coherence, we're buddies.
 
Now I've lost my confidence of excellence.
For I'm rather a wasteland of limitations.
At twenty seven, it's another type of patience.
Being grounded like a child due to past miscreations.
 
How to tell your family they've enslaved you,
with their opinion after saving you that time;
living in procrastination loses vision and in due
course you lose your ground and only whine.
 
Humiliation tastes like adulthood at none.
Best of years? Independency has fallen short.
By now, appreciation would suggest a home,
at least a rented one, instead, alleged support.

This wasn't meant as a tasteless memoir.
Just a quick reminder to the current reader.
Life's mission is directed like a railcar.
Situations are specifically meant to be there.
 
Therefore, no point in regretting one's fate.
A certain choice? Well, did you hurt a soul.
But ... can a change be initiated somewhat late?
Late it is whenеver indecisiveness delays control.