Answer:
If you have me you want to share me. Once you share me you wonβt have me.
I have a name written on me, but it isnβt my name. Men plant me, but I never grow. They look at me and see their future, rotting in my bloom.
The more I dry, the wetter I get. What am I?
I pass before the sun but make no shadow. What am I?
I am lighter than air but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful! I am fragile!
The answer I give is yes, but what I mean is no. What was the question?