The Yellow Matching Man

There was a man in yellow pants
With yellow shoes to match
Who could not tear his precious heart
Because it was attached.
He laughed about the way of things
And always loved to cry,
But never did he tear his heart,
And I never knew new just why.
He called them his "Unbreakables"
When speaking of his guts.
He said that this referred to
All his innards left uncut.
And true, it was the same
For all his insides, just as well:
His stomach could take anything,
As far as I could tell.
His lungs were stronger than the wind;
His kidneys, made of stone;
And his brain would keep on working
Even when he was alone.
But none of his internal things
Interested me
The way his heart within, untorn,
Evaded all disease.
No fit of sadness, none of woe
Could ever touch this man.
It made one think perhaps that his
Uninjured heart was sand.
"But what of this? How could this be?"
I once asked him to admit.
But all he did was laugh aloud
And change the subject quick.
He said, "So how are things upon the rocks
"Of distant moons and stars?"
I said, "I'm afraid that I don't know
"Man hasn't got to Mars."
He said, "Well that's a shame,
"A real shame, you see:
"For every time I ask of that
"No one ever thinks of dreams!
"Have you been out beyond the stars?
"I say, my friend, you have!
"You've wandered through the milky way
"The future, and the past!
"You've kissed the running fountains
"Of a distant, spinning moon;
"And woke up in the raindrops
"Of an alien monsoon.
"You say you've never seen the skies
"Of planets far away,
"And this is why I laugh aloud
"At all the things you say:
"Your dreams are not a farce, my friend,
"But reality unveiled!
"And when in sleep you dance in them,
"You find your feet no longer nailed.
"Now had you sought to hold the things
"That made your dreams alive,
"And fought to make them part of you
"Within your waking life,
"Then would you find a lie, my friend?
"Or joy within a smile
"That mends the will of broken hearts
"And cleans a brain defiled?
"I say to you, this truth is truth,
"Of no other do I know!
"And that, my friend, is why my heart
"Is free of misery and woe.
"So hold your head within your dreams;
"Your heart, within your hands.
"Be ready to embark upon
"Your future where it stands.
"Be wary not to let the false
"Realities of life
"Cloud your thoughts, encage your soul,
"Or rob you of your sight.
"Now go, my friend, your dreams are real!
"Your life is not a waste!
"So go to, and partake of what
"Your soul has yet to taste!
"Be mindful of my words, my friend,
"And soon you, too shall know
"The reason why my heart is free
"Of misery and woe."
So I, prepared and changed went forth
To try what he had said,
And though I had to change a lot,
I changed myself instead.
Now when I find I'm looking out
Upon my future's past,
I think upon the words he'd said
And questions that he'd asked.
He said that I soon, too would know
Why his heart could not been torn;
And by the sound of what he'd said,
I'd feel as though reborn.
So when I think of how I see
The world from where I am,
I realize how much I've improved
Because of the Yellow Matching Man.