This Is Where I Fade

If I could grasp your soul as quickly as I've grasped your hands, things would be quite simple.
Words would be useless.
Time would be saved.
And you'd be a happy fool.

Just that.

I am no magician.
Wands can't make this all occur.
Your naivety, although great, is not enough.
You are a wise fool, just not a happy one.