Read Me A Story of Time Lost

Here they are, all the books left to be unread just when dreams fill your head of all the magic and wonder and possibilities of finding your freedom, escaping life's futilities rather than face the realities; we can ban the ones we dislike another's views are mere hype as we each escape into someone else's good night; so much power in free thought what knowledge could be brought words, ideas, or inspiration outdated or those for which generations fought? Ban the books, burn them to ash, change moves too quick, far too fast. let the embers glow igniting those ideas with which we disagree after all, are any of us truly free?