my pen is a barrel of a gun

Did you ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many people have pictures of you. How many moments of other people's lives you've been in. Were we part of someones life when their dream came true? Or were we there when their dreams died?

Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there? Or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life and not even know it.