when sleep becomes privilage

I worked hard
if only I can work harder
I want to talk
but I have to listen
they said
talk only when you're asked to
I get bored
so I take a walk
the trees are sleeping and the dogs aren't barking
the sky isn't blue like it always be seeing
up there, in the sky I mean,
the stars are glittering, and the moon is shining.
I sit on a bench
my feet are wet for the grass is wet
silence embraces the nature
even the air is still
I want to lay there
and listen to the silenceness
until my ears convince me that silence does has its sound.