I stood at the precipice of time

Questioned the past and future

The past is a story; the future, prediction

As the present exists with little contradiction 

Seeing is believing if you believe what you see

But how do you know it's true and not just illusionary 

You see the interaction but know nothing of the past

Twists and turns of time and you just a certain overcast

Then things turn out different, a slight misinformation

Now you wonder if the recorded past needs reconsideration