Helpless

What happened to the time when it was just me?
My happiness,
my worries,
my anger.
The time spent focusing on what I thought best?

A revolution has stopped me from getting my front spot in line.
I have no power,
no control,
no thoughts.
All my attempts are drained of me at their first sprinkle of form.

It has finally won over the one who refused to fall.
I must follow,
must conform,
must listen.
I know I will never win a fight.

Knowing it's over, my dreams are crushed.
The money,
the time,
the impressions.
My only worries are those it sets forth.