Once someone asked me to write a poem and I sent this 15 mins later

(note to reader(s): I really like and believe in dreams)
"It"
Awoken from his reverie, the man did rightly seem
to disdain his waking life in favor of his dream
So now the question lingers of what that world may be
found only with closed eyes that somehow still can see

a dream world transports us to another reality
where emotions are overwhelming be they full of fright or glee
This world is a place where a man can rule by fear
only to have his kingdom overrun by monkeys riding deer
In some nether regions of dreams where darkness seems a light
you may see a hippo and a tortoise engaged in quite the fight
for the honor of the title 'First to swim across the sky'
something clearly impossible since all know the pig was first to fly

But dreams need not be fanciful and in this case they were not
they can take us back in time to the ripe past before it turned to rot
A time when innocence was intact and taken as a given
when pursuing and receiving joy was our life's only mission
When love stood tall and was free of all the aches
that past relationships and memories seem to give and make
When life was a joy to live and not a death in slow motion
Before droplets of despair had turned into an ocean

And so the man wished, as many of us ought
to live his night-time fantasies and stay forever in his cot
rather than face the dismal turn of events that had left him so shaken
when his wife had left him last week and with her his only son had taken
Now alone in his mansion without progeny nor spouse
the vast empty spaces made him wish for a smaller house

But as far as poems go, this one has a happy ending
for this poet believes all broken bridges deserve a good mending
And so the man awoke, jolted back into his life in disorder
by a little boy's hand gently pushing against his shoulder
"Wake up Daddy! Come see what mommy and I've brought you!"

His wife stood by quietly smiling at their little boy
as his excitement grew about showing his dad his new toy
"Honey I know we went missing for almost a week
but without leaving you in secret, our chances of getting IT looked pretty bleak"

She smiled as he rolled up off the bed and picked up his son
"Now let's go look at what you two've done."
So out of the room the three of them did stroll,
out the back of the house and onto the grassy knoll.

And there in the lawn lay a present so good and so fantastic,
only a dreamer could understand IT.

(the lesson learned from this short poem is one everyone already knows
that while his rhyming is quite fun, Josh should probably just stick to prose)