post-modern time in a contemporary life

My friend gave out on a Monday On the side of some old back road Breathing out a sigh of relief As the old thing finally croaked Stared into his eyes and he stared back He looked at me as if he'd seen it all What he said next might've been quite outrageous But that's the one thing I could not recall My friend was born into cycles of darkness and light Post-modern time in a contemporary life Don't think he ever knew where he was going But in the end he did alright I never knew of his affliction Of all the ways we made him choke Doesn't really feel like fiction But I can't hold a light to it anymore Well my friend said he wanted it all to stop He said he could make a deal and call it off He tried to break the mold he came in But he remained the same Yeah he never really ever changed When Monday came around again I looked up but didn't see him there Something about the way he went felt like truth When null and void was all he knew