Answer:
What flies without wings?
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.
What is shaped like a box, has no feet, and runs up and down?
You use me between your head and your toes the more I work the thinner I grow.
I cannot be burned in fire or drowned in water. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?