Octagon Logic

No longer just circles, my logic now forms octagons of clarity....a clarity as brilliant as the Xian skyline.
I exercise only to breathe in the pollution. My lungs and my thoughts turn black. How I long for that true taste of sunlight.
There's light at the other end, far far in the distance....but it might just be the 12:05 freight train, and it's 20 minutes late.
I can see where I need to be, just on the other side of the tracks. A different world, with different thoughts.
But things are never as black and white as they seem in the dark. A blue sky changes everything.