Bonsai Immature

Why am I stuck here?
Stewing in a recurring dream
A bonsai world
I never grew

I hold the mantle
On the outside
Armoured in the cold shell
Of a closeted exoskeleton
In licensed word and deed
I am the greatest forgery of life
Credited and undeserving
The height of frauds

But I regress

And I am left behind
The greatest forgery of life
Could never compete with evolution