Where It's At - Leonard Nimoy

You knock upon my mind and you beg to borrow a cup of wisdom

You’ve come to seek the truth, to ask me where it’s at

I thank you for your confidence in me

And yet you see I can now draw for you in black and white a map you could

follow in your quest for that which all men seek

For each man finds that road alone

Each day as he eases himself into the stream of life

If he is lucky he may come a little nearer to the goal

I too have been a prospector wandering through the maze

Buffed by the storms and jagged rocks of life

That tore the nerve ends of my hopes and dreams

And like yours my skin was much too shield me of the inroads of my times

The big machines, the strangling crimson tape

The hate filled moats that keep us from the other seekers

Searching too for the road to where it’s at

But then, one day, the fog with in my mind began to clear

And for me the truth shown forth as brilliant as a thousand suns

I had it all along with in my grasp, the answer

So simple that I almost didn’t see it

Its love

Loving someone more than you love your self loving so much that you trust,

you give and you ask nothing in return

This is the purest form of love

And then

And this is the miracle

If the one your giving to believes as you, you’ve found it

The treasure you’ve been seeking, you’ve found out where it’s at