TA-DAR. Shezam !!! Boooooom. GRANTED!!!
You became the Grand Poobah Master of wishes. You grant sooooooo many wishes, so quickly, you get caught up in the rapidly changing landscape so much so, you have to seek shelter, or risk being consumed in the diatribe of events.
Finding a rusty old lamp in the corner, you leap in slamming shut the lid so tight, it will never open again. Sadly, nobody ever found that rusty old lamp, and over the years it became entombed in the shifting sands of time. You spent the remaining years alone and so cramped you couldn't wave your magic wand to grant even such a simple wish, as to get out of this stupid damn lamp. So much for being the Grand Poobah Master of Wishes.
I wish I was a song on the wind.