I am not your answer because you do not fully understand the question. You walk a line of question marks in hope of inspiration, but with head low to the ground oblivious to the exclamation marks that flutter above. Eyes continuously weeping periods that hinder the birth of an original thought. At least you need not fear the run-on sentences of uncertainty.
Answers sought by the end of a word count. Accomplishments enclosed by hardbound covers are lauded with the signing of a pen. Are your answers enclosed within and have all of your doubts been laid to rest? Only you can really say.
I am not your answer.