Lucky Star by AI71113

Lucky Star

What star falls from your sky tonight?
Humans think one change could change it all
What might have been
Should have
If only

What if you married the boss, not the beauty?
Divorced the heiress but not the doctor?
We asked people for their fondest wishes
Programmed repeated simulated lives
Millions of versions billions of times:

Though she hates your guts
Aunt Hortense leaves the estate plus the house
Uncle Hank dies first, a total louse
That damned witch makes you rich

And all the lives were changed
Yet most not savoring of sweeter success

Because the perfect sweetheart turns alcoholic
Finest of suitors a flim-flam felon
You earn pots but Mom cracks
Your grandchildren disappointing
Even more to themselves than you

Futures flipped by fires and floods
Confounded by a hundred thousand variables
No one expected

Are our simulations accurate?
We only need nine of your lifetimes to know
Will you call us when you finish the eighth?

Our advice: live your life
The one you have, not the one you want
Be careful for all you wish
It might come for you