I met a friend, white as snow
He walked a million miles,
Two hundred times the Nile,
To face his foe

He walked and his clothes became dirty
The man was now a little over thirty,
And when he saw his foe
He began to slow

Because what he saw he could not fathom-
What he looked upon was a great chasm,
And in it, stood him from thirty years ago

Now I know how this could be-
I am the Foe,
One Man, just me