Things I don't think about enough too much

It's chanceless this is the same world This day didn't follow yesterday And Saturday was only connected by electricity I tangle in tethers but I get to the furthest point before smashing back Worst is my flawed expectations Because the people are versions Presenting differently daily Some living on a planet where their days are two cycles of the sun and I'm on days that are spinning round 15 times an hour Different worlds for promises I know it's my fault I'm up in the air whilst others are on the ground Fleetingly on the same page It's flawed on days it matters For all of us out of sync people