Wrongfully Judged

 According to you I am a specimen Unable of adapting To awaiting challenges   Supposedly adverisity Is not my cup of tea Well I must applaud Your psycho analysis  There’s a microscopic detail That you miscalculatedSee I love challenges Especially when they blossom Like flowers in the early spring  I don’t want to bore you With accomplishmentsThat keeps mouths open As they seem dumbfounded  You can take your two centsPut it in gift wrapAnd send it to yourself  Over here things are different Dreams are highways And I seem to love The 5oclock rush hour  Listen, assume at willJudge blindly Just make sure You don’t Judge me