We’re on our own

We only could think of an outcome - which should be the best?  We wondered?

“Let’s start the noise”, I said.   

And it began, slowly at first, and then it escalated.  

Over and over the noise began.  To which we had no point, to which we had no purpose. 

 But only our own boredom and imagination.  

“Shall I continue?” I asked my friend.  He hesitated, then replied, “What would be the point, other than to disturb the others? 

 “Exactly that,” I responded. So he joined, and the wall fell, as we had hoped, and we ran.  We ran.