Astral Projection

Of all the places the mind to wonder,
The world my body's earthly presence.
The in and out of different dimensions.
Continued talk the dead always listens.
Sleeping travelers can go so far,
Creating gateways to the soul.
All the while upon exploration,
Thought this to be a dream so naive.
In perfect practice of a dangerous hobby.
Losing the way can leave me trapped,
Without a light to navigate back.
I've got no room for hitchhikers,
But somehow I inherited one.
There's more than a ride it wants me to give,
The dead pay close attention when opportunity presents a chance to live.
Crying out to the outside world,
Concentrating so hard to hear something to draw me home.
I see myself the key a link between these two places,
But cannot pry the cemented eyes open.
The assertive mind rises to the challenge,
If it's strong enough to make this trip,
Will rightfully take back control of what goes with it.
Ditch the hitchhiker and halt the dead,
As mind and body wake up one comfortably in bed.