City of Solitude

In which lived a person, who never knew what he wanted.
What he needed he didn't know.
What he had he didn't cherish.
What he lost he could only lament.

There never was a chance.
What he thought he wanted turned out wrong.
What he thought he needed were illusions.
What he lost was lost, taken for granted till the moment he lost it.

The demons pound upon the door.
What cures him ails him.
What warms him chills him.
What heals him hurts him.
What touched him, touched nothing.

In the City of Solitude he hides.