Lost or Undiscovered?

It begins with a thought
Like a seed it is planted
And grows to become
What Is.
Like a tree the
Branches grow
Overlapping and
Intersecting
A tangled sense of
Being.
To unravel the very
Path of it
Back to the very
Start of it
To the very thought that
Thought itself.
To have no explanation
To have no birth
Of reason
Is it to be lost
Or undiscovered?
And what am I
If I do not know
And must I know right
Now?
Or shall I wait
For time to tell
Or consciousness
To call?