turn around

I remember when I was younger, I used to think that the world was full of any possibility I wanted; anything that I set my mind to, could be mine.  But over the years I have felt that feeling wane.  I have felt the acceptance of myself, both a very good thing, and a very bad thing.  I am not looking to change what I want to change, but just accepting it that that is the way it is.  That is the way it has been and history is just going to repeat itself.
I look for that spark.  I know I used to have it, and if even just the memory of it is all I have remaining, I know it once existed.
Turn this around, turn this from a losing game to a winning game.  I can still do this.  And only I can win it for me.