Answer:
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 can fill a room but takes up no space?
I am always in front of you but you will never see me
I can be driven but have no wheels. I can be sliced but still remains whole
My first half means container. Not a lot of people understand my language. What am I?
I flow from the Homerβs mouth when he sees doughnuts.