Reflex of the path taken

Countless are the steps false, that throughout our youth mark our personality. Living is synonymous, walking barefoot, An area full of roughness. But when we put on us, As we walk, we watch closely.   That life has eternal obstacles to overcome, Missing in look, but that the soul feels both. It is thus that our shoe is marked, The fluid that is suffering,   This suffering, passing by us, and so reaches the soul.   We are beings remembering the past, just like every beautiful feeling,   Looking at each moment, a bit of happiness and calm.