360 - Pet

Me, I can’t control this car

The wheel pulls me along its course

Three year hands cannot hold it tight

Wind down many a wicked road

Be a wheel to speed

To set it right

Big tree and corner say stop

A crash tells my mom just what I am

My dad builds a bonfire to mark the spot

And spits me, turning slowly, in the heat

Be a wheel to get away

To turn away

To turn myself around