copypaste , a mere waste?

i say to myself

copypaste ,
a mere waste?

what is there in it?,
it's not your merit

can you not be original?
and be more useful? 

i answer to myself

i am a passing cloud
nothing i am ,nothing mine, no new nor old

i copy some where ,the waters of oceans,
i paste elsewhere, abundant rains

me a copy of divinity
pasted by him as humanity

rishi copies the akshara
pastes as richa

god copies woman and man
pastes as their daughter or son

where is originality of god, newness?
he is ever the same, colorless tasteless odourless

nothing is his creativity, he is mere waste
doing nothing and being nothing , a master copypaste