Part 1 - One moment

There are no maps,
To the right path,
The one I know about,
It is to follow the heart,
Though here is a funny part,
What is right for you will not be for any other,
As there is no way to predict the future,
The gold your palms carry in these averted lines,
You may never believe,
But my friend your truth is unique,
As the pattern of your pupil matches no other,
How do you expect anyone to be like other?
You are your own hero,
There is no one like you.