Being risk averse cossets complacency
Entertains the illusion of safety and comfort
While throwing your future to the mercy
Of vagaries of uncertainty in your fort.
Being risk averse shuts doors
To vistas and windows of opportunity
Sprawls your future onto regression floors
Where you become prey to uncertainty.
Being risk averse embraces a strategy
That wallows in illusions and delusions
That you're transmuting into a prodigy
With neither guarantees nor cogent reasons.
Being risk averse hobnobs with the fallacy
That solutions to pressing issues
Somehow emerge from the obduracy
That progress from inaction ensues.
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