The Vain Pursuits

The Vain Pursuit

A vagabond from another place and time
Driven to a lonely precipice
His hair windswept by the currents
His robes billowed by the wind
And with eyes unclouded by the world's guile
Looked out at a myriad of dangers that stood before him
And cried out as did the ancient scribe
Vanity! Vanity! All I see is vanity in a desolate space
The world is filled to its brim
With those who are vigorous is the pursuit of all the vain things
And there is none
None who would rebut this fundamental flaw
Of vain people chasing after vanity
And they succeed in their pursuit
Vanity!

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Words required to be used by "Para/Poem Challenge "Open""  in this poem:
         Vigorus...Fundamental...Rebut...Brim...Myraid...Desolate