It is indeed possible
just as you said.
In this infinite universe
with all of its permutations and considerations,
there is absolutely the distinct calculation that
if I beg and pray
and chant and squint at just the right angle,
I can effect the improved actuality that
it will all work out all right.

I can effect change,
it is true.
It is conceivable.
It is possible.
I can fix the mistakes of my youth
and become something new
and unimaginable.
I can transform into what has never been seen before
and save the orphans
and prevent forest fires.
I can do it.
It’s possible.
Anything’s possible, after all,
in an infinite universe,
among all its permutations.
Good could win out
and I could be involved.

I’ll just hold my breath for that, then,
shall I?