Cycy

He finds his leaf, he finds his fame,

In the spotlight, he is arranged.

Or so he was when this first began,

But now it's too much 

So in private, he stands.

He stands with himself, 

Day and night he awaits his moment,  

never applauded, never appreciated,  

never in the spotlight. 

He longs for a time 

when he is recognized for his mind, 

In the eyes of a coin, the life is pretty simple 

Sitting in jars filled with pennies and nickels 

Used to infer a trait of indecisiveness 

Often people only really notice their likeness