Where The Path Begins
Walking as an escape
This was my first generative song; it still needs work. It’s meant to capture the release and great joy that walking brings me. I asked for a haiku and felt really good about what it gave me on that first pass.
As I grow older, I find myself increasingly cherishing simple pleasures, like walking. There’s a calm satisfaction in putting one foot in front of the other, letting my mind wander freely without demands or expectations.
The tools glitch at times—in this case, it repeated a verse. And glitches are surprisingly not always easy to fix.
Lyrics
Shoes by the front door—
I don’t plan where I’m going,
just know I must go.
Step, breathe, feel the ground.
Moving makes the silence sing.
Walking makes me whole.
Cracks in the sidewalk
tell stories with each weathered
line I step across.
Step, breathe, feel the ground.
Moving makes the silence sing.
Walking makes me whole.
Old man on his porch
nods like we both understand—
some things don’t need words.
Step, breathe, feel the ground.
Moving makes the silence sing.
Walking makes me whole.
Storm once in my chest
now fades into open sky—
the wind walks with me.
Step, breathe, feel the ground.
Moving makes the silence sing.
Walking makes me whole.
Feet a little sore,
heart a little less heavy—
home glows through the trees.
Step, breathe, feel the ground.
Moving makes the silence sing.
Walking makes me whole.