These Bricks are Heavy

I've been carrying these bricks for a while

I can't find a good place to put them 

I don't want someone else to find them and pick them up

Because these bricks are heavy

I remember when I found them

They looked so nice

different colors

different shapes

they told me that these bricks were beautiful

but none of that matters because my back is breaking from all that "beauty"

I find a cliff and dump the bag

I look out and see others

dumping their bricks

I see the smiles on their faces

I see their backs straighten up

I see them glow

Together we fly off to places unknown

We see the people on the ground, bags over shoulders

Why can't they fly?

What's weighing them down?