Cross Section of Recluse

You were never up to anything, aimless and vacant, an island, almost marooned, and abandoned, you had ground, that was once fertile, now out of misuse, quite barren and sterile, you spent years that way, gained nothing, and lost when other wanted to grab, what was the meaning of your existence, you had never contemplated, nor would now like to, because if you did, you would connect, and have to react, to more that comes your way, out of habit you would have nothing to say, you would only become more barren, and hatefully abandoned, now I understand, why you are an island, in Yourself.