Perhaps that we are both but vines,
crawling cross the ground.
Searching for security.
Not knowing where it's found.

One day we find each other.
Our instincts are to twine.
I want you for your energy,
and you want me for mine.

Selfishly we use each other.
Still crawling as we grow.
Taking from each other,
no matter that we know.

How far can we get like this?
Never trying on our own.
Two vines can only get so high
if together they have grown.

We support, and we compete.
In the end, just one survives.
Now, I find it's from your shadow
that my nourishment derives.