Rollercoaster of Friday

It started with a ray of hope,

With a bunch of flowers,

Blooming a feeling,

Of ecstasy and passion.

But it went dull,

Quicker than it got bright,

To raise fear as a feeling,

With thunders and clouds.

To laying low,

Yet raising high,

To things working out,

To scraping them off,

Today was nothing less,

Than a rollercoaster,

One which started as a high,

One which is going all low.